Chapter 852 Let your imagination run wild
Roar! Hey! roar! Hey!
Again, and again.
Cheering, laughing, dancing, and running.
Youth is burning.
Despite the vicissitudes of the melody and the sad singing, they are still blooming wantonly, seizing the moment and enjoying every minute.
Involuntarily, Camilla's heart surged and her blood boiled.
She had an urge to sing and dance along with her; but the last bit of adult rationality tightened the reins, and finally she couldn't let go.
It still depends on the situation and the wink.
Looking around, Camilla was stunned——
Bustling and crowded.
Moreover, there were three floors inside and three floors outside, with dense crowds extending outwards. Before Camila realized it, she was already surrounded.
When did this happen?
After a moment's delay, Camila realized that it was the rush hour after get off work, and the crowds rushing out of the subway station seemed to be unable to stop themselves.
At this time, the crowd is not beyond imagination. Looking at it, there may be about two hundred people, or even less, but they still block the small street corner; but what is really amazing is that here The noise is attracting more and more people, and footsteps are gathering one after another.
One layer after another, spreading outward.
The most ridiculous and funniest thing is that the performance has no speakers or microphones and relies entirely on original sound.
The band is not one of the three tenors in the world. It can spread the sound throughout the theater without a microphone, so the audience behind cannot hear the band's performance at all. At most, it can only capture the rhythm and melody, but This still did not stop the flow of people coming and going from continuing to gather.
This is not common.
Because Paris is a "cold" city, there are very few people watching the excitement. Everyone has his own life and refuses to stop for others.
However, this scene happened just like this.
Camilla’s face was full of surprise.
However, the band didn't care at all and was immersed in their own world to party.
Roar! Hey!
The guitar melody in Anson's arms gradually rose, sometimes turbulent and sometimes cheerful, the notes were flying, and the orange-red sunset all over the sky was burning.
It's a pity that it's a little thin -
It's just an acoustic guitar, and it was easily drowned in the bustling crowd. If the size of the crowd of onlookers had been slightly larger, the melody of the guitar might not be able to spread, and in the end The outside is just looking at a lonely person.
“Miles!”
Anson also noticed and called out.
Myers, who had been standing nearby looking at Lily and Connor, looked lonely. At this time, he heard Anson's call and turned his head to look over.
"Cello. Cello!"
Anson reminded repeatedly.
Everything was improvised, so there was a lack of tacit understanding among the band members; fortunately, after three weeks of street performances, they still developed some tacit understanding, and Miles understood it.
Without hesitation, Miles turned around and opened the cello case, quickly took out his beloved treasure, and sat down as quickly as possible.
Miles looked at Anson, and Anson’s eyes indicated:
Slower. Cut in slowly.
Myers gave a confident response. He pressed a string with his left hand and plucked his fingers on the string without using a bow with his right hand.
The rich, deep cello strings become the background, perfectly blending into Anson’s other strings.
One is clear and the other is deep, one is high-pitched and the other is calm.
Echo each other.
The layers came out instantly.
Lily and Connor immediately understood and stopped dancing in a haphazard manner. Instead, they stood aside and shouted in unison.
"Hoo! Hey!" "Hoo! Hey!"
Anson started singing again.
"I don't think you're suitable for him. Imagine a future like this. If you take a car to Chinatown, I will stand at the intersection of Canal Street and Bowery Street, and she will stand next to me."
No more. Instead of standing still, enjoy the future and chase your dreams bravely and boldly, just like chasing the sun.
In the cheers of "ho" and "hey", what is conveyed is a new attitude towards life, free and unrestrained, wanton, calm and free. Although everything in life cannot go as planned, it does not mean that we should embrace it. Looking forward and backward, he hesitated to move forward. In the bright and cheerful singing, the sun shone little by little.
There is no loss or loneliness, and the smile just rises at the corner of the mouth.
Myers' eyes lit up, and the cello strings fully joined in the performance. They were magnificent, majestic, and powerful. The two strings collided and intertwined with each other.
Heart, put on your wings and fly.
"I belong to you, you belong to me, you are my sweetheart."
The voice climbed up little by little.
Emotions brighten bit by bit.
The same melody, the same lyrics, but completely different energy is injected into Anson's interpretation, so that the melody and performance are completely different.
"I belong to you, you belong to me, you are my honey."
For a moment, Anson pressed the strings and looked at Miles.
The emotions stayed at a peak state for a short time. Before I could take a breath, the bustling eyes could not help but follow Anson's eyes. The orange-red sunset all over the sky vented toward Miles. Down.
A cello appears on the street, a little strange and a little embarrassed. The orange-red halo flows on the deep red body of the cello, which is thrilling.
Ha.
The smile on the corner of Miles's mouth completely bloomed, and he let go of his hands and feet to play -
The mellow cello strings burst out with unprecedented passion, from low to high, from low-key to publicity, the collision of classical and folk music. This moment is incredibly charming.
Standing on the street, the melody flowing from the cello is like a French chanson, gentle but majestic, light and graceful, and my heart can't help but surge.
However, the rhythm hidden inside is jumping, as if the twilight light can be clearly seen rotating and jumping.
The world is full of waves.
Be bold, be crazy, take risks, be brave enough to break barriers and shackles, dare to imagine and dream, and you will be able to open a door to a new world.
It turns out that the unknown can be so beautiful.
Music, as a bridge, unites and connects everyone. Before I even have time to think clearly, the beating of my heart has already betrayed myself.
Not only the audience, but also the performers.
Miles was so focused and calm that he forgot everything.
His cheeks were slightly red, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead, but the bright light in his eyes shone brightly in the dusk.
That's passion, that's enthusiasm, that's why he likes music.
Even if the corners of the mouth are not raised, the mood is soaring, dancing in the dusk, and finally evolving into notes, jumping happily on the fingertips, on the strings, on the steps, and on the corners of the mouth.
Cengceng, cengceng.
Anson's guitar strings serve as a foreshadowing, quietly highlighting the grandeur and melodiousness of the cello, until Miles' performance reaches a certain stage.
Suddenly, Anson stood up, hugged the guitar and walked out.
The cello and guitar have switched places. Now the guitar becomes the protagonist and the cello becomes the supporting role. The melody roars on the small street corner like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
Clear, light and bright.
The notes are dyed with a layer of bright and colorful colors, just like magic.
At this moment, the street corner becomes the stage, and this is the center of the world, the heart of the earth.
(End of this chapter)